Even though the ten-meter-high red spirit gathering pot had already installed the bottom of the sea jade peach, the part of the sea jade peach exposed outside was only two feet away.

Shi Wu heard that Yan Zonglie had chosen the middle stage of the Jindan Pill Purple Yang Fruit and took out the same middle stage of the Jindan Hai Yu Tao. However, he found that as soon as the Hai Yu Tao came out, the eyes of the monks and pedestrians here were attracted. Shi Wu saw that some of the monks even took out the shadow stone to record the scene in the field, and he thought to himself that he was terrible: "It would be fine if I waited for it to win, but if I lost accidentally, the scene of my kneeling down and calling me may be widely circulated in the eastern part of the outer hidden world. Then I guess I can go directly to the northern part of the outer hidden world."

Not to mention Shi Wu, even Yan Zonglie next to him was ups and downs. Yan Zonglie cursed inwardly: "This kid is really bad! With such a spiritual fruit on his body, he was still pretending to be able to lead me out for a competition. Fortunately, I made enough preparations this time. There are mostly large pieces of flesh in this purple yang fruit. Although some meridians are extremely difficult to deal with, as long as I use the method of cutting in, the refined purple yang spiritual liquid will never be exported!"

Yan Zonglie forgot that he wanted to step on Shiwu in front of everyone to establish the reputation of Fuyuan Pavilion, so he shouted that he wanted to go outside to compete.

After Shi Wu put the sea jade peach into the spirit-gathering pot, he floated on the top of the sea jade peach, and then did not move any other things.

Yan Zonglie didn't know what medicine was sold in Shiwu's gourd, but he understood that time was the key to his victory. He took out his late-stage golden elixir and placed it on the edge of the tiger soul spirit gathering basin. Then he ignored Shiwu. With his concentration, his flames appeared immediately on his palms, and a brown tiger beast soul was entrenched above the spirit gathering basin as if awakened by its flames.

When Yan Zonglie saw the tiger soul, he smiled knowingly and said, "Ahu, let's get on!"

The tiger beast soul heard this and rolled up the two purple yang fruits at the top of the spirit gathering basin. Yan Zonglie tacitly divided the two purple yang fruits into four with both hands. Immediately afterwards, the flames in Yan Zonglie's hand changed again. If four round spoons were used to dig out large pieces of flesh in the shell, the small pieces of flesh with complex meridians were abandoned by Yan Zonglie and the fruit shell.

With Yan Zonglie's concentration, the four differentiated round flames slowly extended inward along the thick meridians in the flesh until they were all wrapped. Yan Zonglie urged his palms, and most of the spiritual liquid in the four petals of flesh was refined by his flames. Yan Zonglie carefully poured these purple spiritual liquid into the glass bottle beside the spirit gathering basin. Although Yan Zonglie had a good start, he continued to cooperate with the tiger beast souls seriously. Regarding spiritual food, he was not as irritable and impulsive as before, but bold and careful.

As the saying goes, knowing yourself and your enemy, you will never be defeated. Shi Wu has not moved, just to see Yan Zonglie's refining method. Now after seeing Yan Zonglie's method of cutting in, Shi Wu recognized: "Yan Zonglie is worthy of being a late-stage spiritual chef in the Golden Pill. He has been thinking about the material selection to refining. As for the limits of these hundred purple yang fruits that he can refine within three incense sticks. Not only that, this person's concentration on spiritual food is really admirable. After refining it with his two palms for the first time, he did not have a trace of complacency, but he became more and more serious and more meticulous."

The heavenly tribulation spirit body in Shi Wu's body was anxious and said, "Don't just praise others, you should get started too! Anyway, you have many jade peaches in Shanghai, even if you hit hard, you will smash me with 180 kilograms of spiritual liquid. I don't want to kneel down with you."

Seeing that the spirit of heavenly tribulation was more anxious than himself, Shi Wu replied with the introspection method of "Nine Transformation Spiritual Art": "I have more jade peaches in Shanghai, but I also use one less. Now I have the opportunity, why don't we try to use the sea jade peach to refine as much jade peach as possible in the sea jade liquor. This will save the cost of increasing the energy and spiritual meals of the Moon Palace."

"I feel a little relieved when I hear your last sentence. You kid have made this idea since you saw that spiritual meal recipe." said the Heavenly Tribulation Spirit Body.

Shi Wu said with a nod, "The Moon Palace Sect's Sect takes the golden dew and jade spirit flesh I made at every stage, and the strength of physical, blood and flesh will be much higher than that of the cultivators of the same level. This time we came to the east of the Outer Hidden Realm to purchase spiritual foods that expand the spiritual veins and increase the spiritual power from the Dingshen Sect, so that the monks of the Moon Palace will also be ahead of the cultivators of the same level in spiritual power. Now by chance, I can refine the sea jade spirit liquid that increases the strength, so I must treat it with caution!"

The spirit of the Heavenly Tribulation crossed his hands and said, "If you can do your best to yourself like those of the Moon Worshiping Palace, I won't have to worry so much."

Shi Wu laughed and said, "I'm not good enough to myself? I even ate a few Hai Yutao in the late stage of the Nascent Soul."

The spiritual body of the Heavenly Tribulation originally wanted to say that you didn’t eat the late-stage Haiyutao in the Nascent Soul stage, but when it thought that Shi Wu would compete with Yan Zonglie, it swallowed this. It just said: “Then you have to use your smart brain to think of a way to refine this Haiyutao!”

"I understand." After Shi Wu returned to the heavenly tribulation spirit body, he reached out and placed his hand on the top of the sea jade peach.

When the monks and pedestrians below saw Shi Wu moving, their attention also shifted from Yan Zonglie to Shi Wu.

But Shi Wu did not release the flames, and secondly, he closed his eyes like he entered a meditation, which made the people below confused.

When the first long incense was halfway through, Yan Zonglie had already refined sixteen purple yang fruits, while Shi Wu still did not move.

"What is he doing?" A monk carrying a long sword finally couldn't help but say this first.

Then the monks here discussed it one by one.

A horse-faced monk pretended to be profound and said, "I think this spiritual steward is a master. He is communicating with the strange spiritual fruit! This is a trick that only a very few powerful spiritual stewards can do."

When the people around him heard the comments of the horse-faced monk, they bowed to him with admiration. Several of them even stepped forward and started chatting with him.

Li You, who came out of Fuyuan Pavilion, sneered at him. Although he was not a spiritual meal, there were many spiritual meals he had eaten and met. He had never heard of anything he had communicated with spiritual fruit. He thought Shi Wu was exploring the meridians of this spiritual fruit, and he might choose a more difficult method of entering the line. He had already made a decision in his mind that no matter who lost or who won or lost, he would have to go over and apologize to Shi Wu for his offense. After all, cultivators who could produce such spiritual fruits could never be ordinary people.

Li You guessed well, and Shi Wu was indeed planning to use the thread entry method to refine the Qiguo Spirit Liquid.

The moment Shi Wu's palm touched Hai Yutao, the spiritual power in his palm turned into a thread and followed a meridian on Hai Yutao into it. As the silk thread was supported by Shi Wu's spiritual power, Shi Wu's brows became tighter and tighter.

Seeing this, the spirit of heavenly tribulation was so great that it didn't dare to breathe. It was not until it sensed that Shi Wu had retracted the spiritual power in his palm that it asked nervously: "What's wrong? It's very difficult?"

Shi Wu replied with the method of looking inside: "It's so strange, it shouldn't be."

The spirit of heavenly tribulation said anxiously: "What the hell is wrong?"

Shi Wudao: "I was afraid that I would encounter uncontrollable situations before, so I deliberately slowed down the speed of spiritual power entering. But until I used my spiritual power to wrap all the juice-rich pulp along the meridians in the Haiyutao, I still didn't find any difficulties."

The spirit body of the heavenly tribulation exhaled and said, "Isn't this a good thing!"

"I just felt strange. Although I was taking the trick, the Haiyu Peach is larger than ordinary spiritual fruits, and the meridians inside are as thick as ordinary people's fists, I just used my spiritual power to cover all the flesh along the Haiyu Peach's meridians. If I enter with flames, it will be easier." Shiwudao.

The spirit of heavenly tribulation could not understand and said, "What are you talking about?"

Seeing that the spirit of the Heavenly Tribulation did not understand, Shi Wu patiently explained: "If the spiritual power in my body is compared to the material for refining weapons, then the flame is a sharp weapon that has been formed to me. If I use flame instead of spiritual power to enter Hai Yutao, I can wrap the flesh containing the essence of juice more quickly."

The heavenly tribulation spirit body understood it now, and it laughed and said, "I don't care about the rest, I'll just wait and see the big strong cow kneel on the ground and call you."

Shi Wu didn't care much about this now. He opened his eyes and saw that the first long incense in the incense burner was still half. He went down from the top of Hai Yutao, came to the middle and upper position of Hai Yutao, and closed his eyes and put his palms on it again. However, this time he used both palms.

Shi Wu's actions made everyone watching below confused, and even Li You couldn't understand what Shi Wu was doing. As a veteran gourmet, he knew that the most taboo thing for spiritual chefs when making the Qiguo Spirit Liquid is to transfer positions. It's like you got lost in a desert, and you finally walked a section of it, but you felt that this section of the road was wrong, and then went back to the starting point along this section of the road, and then went to find a way out in the other direction. There was only one result in this, that is, you lost confidence again and again in the process of finding a way out, until you were completely lost. Li You looked at the long incense in the incense burner, and he felt that Shi Wu would not be able to refine too much Qiguo Spirit Liquid if he continued like this.

When the second long incense was just ignited by Guo Weidong, Shi Wu actually changed his position and stretched out his palms. This shocked the people below. Many of them thought that Shi Wu was probably not a spiritual chef, and he just got a strange spiritual fruit to show off. They focused on Yan Zonglie, who had already refined thirty-eight purple Yang fruits. They believed that Yan Zonglie would win this competition.

The following people's discussions Shi Wu turned a deaf ear. He was immersed in the pleasure of using his palms to cross the trajectory of different meridians in the Haiyu Tao and wrapping all the flesh inside. Li You said it well. The most taboo thing for spiritual chefs to change positions for making strange fruit spiritual liquid, but this is the best practice method for Shi Wu. Shi Wu can achieve the effect of practice multiple times on a Haiyu Tao by changing the position of injecting spiritual power. In this way, when Shi Wu practices to the end, his spiritual power can quickly determine the location of the flesh rich in juice essence according to the distribution rules of the meridians in the Haiyu Tao.

The two long incense burned out, and the purple yang fruit in Yan Zonglie's spirit gathering basin had been refined 66. Sweat drips on his forehead frequently and his breathing became heavier. Although the method he chose to cut in was labor-saving, every time he refined the purple yang fruit, he had to gather all his mind to control the flames in his hands. He knew that the time for the first two incense sticks was the time when his flame control was the most stable and the fastest refining speed, so he did not allow himself to have any rest, and he followed one part after another.

He said that Yan Zonglie was really a devout believer for Lingchen. When Yan Zonglie finished refining the 70th Purple Yang Fruit, he gasped and glanced at Shi Wu next to him. He wanted to see how the other party had progressed. But what made him angry was that he actually saw that Shi Wu had moved from the top of Hai Yutao to the middle and lower position, which means that Shi Wu had changed his position at least twice. He didn't know what Shi Wu was doing, he only felt that Shi Wu did not respect this competition and did not respect the profession of Lingchen.

Yan Zonglie was about to speak out and scold Shi Wu, but a familiar voice came from his ear: "What others do is someone else's business, my Yan Zongqing's younger brother just needs to do the best!"

Yan Zonglie looked in the voice and saw Yan Zongqing who had come over in the crowd at some time.

Seeing Yan Zongqing stunned when he saw Yan Zonglie looking at him, he sent a message again: "You have to step up. I remember that you had to refine eighty-two purple yang fruits in three incense sticks. Today, let these people open their eyes and let them know your Yan Zonglie's ability!"

On the one hand, there was hatred because Shi Wu disrespects the spiritual food, and on the other hand, there was encouragement from his elder brother. Yan Zonglie's fighting spirit has never been as high as today. The tiger soul gathering pot also felt the owner's mood, and a tiger roar that was even more majestic than before was heard.

Yan Zonglie once again gathered his mind and threw himself into the refining of Ziyang Spirit Liquid.

Yan Zongqing had already learned the whole story from Guo Weidong. He asked the old man in gray who came with him and said, "Old Zhao, do you know the details of the boy who competed with Zong Lie?"

The gray-clothed monk called Mr. Zhao looked at Shi Wu carefully, thought for a while and said, "I look familiar, but I am definitely not a spiritual steward from the east."

"Do you look familiar?" Yan Zongqing stared at Shi Wu thoughtfully when he heard this.

After Shi Wu once again familiarized the meridians of Hai Yutao with his two palms, this Hai Yutao only had smooth flesh left in Shi Wu's eyes. Shi Wu looked at the third long incense that was half burning in the incense burner. Everyone felt that Shi Wu was too late, but Shi Wu was thinking whether he should practice twice.

The spirit body of the Heavenly Tribulation reminded: "Shi Wu, be more stable. Let's refine this sea jade peach first."

Shi Wu thought that, this practice was small. If something went wrong and the image of Yan Zonglie kneeling and calling him to be spread throughout the eastern part of the outer hidden world, then he would really have no face to go to Xuanyi Pavilion and Dingshen Sect.

After Shi Wu made his order, his body floated up to the top of Hai Yutao.

Yan Zongqing and others were puzzled when they saw Shi Wu's actions. Yan Zongqing said, "Old Zhao, there are many Nascent Soul Spiritual Eaters among your friends. Look at what this kid is doing?"

Mr. Zhao frowned and said, "This kid is very strange. I sensed that he had not released a trace of fire before. In other words, he was completely exploring this strange spiritual fruit with his own spiritual power. Even if the meridians of such a large spiritual fruit are thicker than ordinary spiritual fruits, the mental energy that needs to be consumed and the spiritual power that acts on it will increase by thousands of times! To be honest, even the early stage spiritual foodies I know may not be able to refine this blue spiritual fruit in three incense sticks."

When Yan Zongqing heard the old man beside him, he immediately felt that his brother's competition was stable.

Shi Wu, who came to Hai Yutao, had a fire-attracting technique with his right hand. After he injected the flames in his palm into the meridians above, the flame silk threads radiated from inside came to the flesh rich in essence and juice in Hai Yutao.

Among the people below, a black-faced monk mocked Shi Wu and said, "This man is really retribution in this world. He burned three incense sticks until the last half of it before he controlled the flame to refine it. Is he fooling himself or fooling us?"

As soon as the black-faced monk finished speaking, many monks present laughed.

But the next moment, the monks who joked about Shi Wu all opened their mouths and widened their eyes in disbelief.

The huge blue spirit fruit seemed to have grown red and transparent light strips, and those light strips spread and entangled in the sea jade peach like living creatures.

"How is that possible!" Mr. Zhao said first.

Yan Zongqing was still watching his younger brother refining the 88th purple Yang fruit. After hearing the amazement from Mr. Zhao, he looked at Shi Wu next to Yan Zonglie.

Yan Zongqing no longer knew how to describe the scene he saw in front of him. He saw that the blue strange fruit exposed the blue flesh of different sizes wrapped in red fire strips, as if it were taken off its coat.

Shi Wu raised his right hand lightly, and the blue flesh wrapped in red fire strips were raised calmly in his palm. The red and blue light made everyone below fascinated.

"Who is he!" This is what everyone below wants to know now.

Shi Wucai didn't have time to care about those people's questions. He said to the spirit body of the heavenly tribulation: "It's so dangerous! Fortunately, I'll listen to you to the main focus on stability. The meridians in the sea jade peach were loosened because I practiced more times before. If I had practiced twice just now, I'm afraid that the flames would collapse on its own before they even entered."

The spirit of heavenly tribulation rubbed his nose and said, "It's so dangerous! I almost knelt down with you and called me."

Shi Wu laughed, not only because he knew that he won this competition, but also because he helped the Moon Palace to refine a useful spiritual meal.

"Old Zhao, why is this happening?" Yan Zongqing said anxiously.

Zhao Lao Si was puzzled and said: "It's impossible! He failed the first nine times, how could it be achieved at the tenth time! Impossible!"

But all the impossible that Mr. Zhao said was broken by the blue spiritual liquid that was constantly poured into the glass bottle.

As the incense burned out, Guo Weidong shouted: "Time is up!"

Yan Zonglie, who was already sweating, shouted excitedly: "Brother, I have refined ninety-six purple yang fruits this time, and have refined them into two and a half pounds of purple yang spiritual liquid! I am amazing!"

Yan Zongqing looked at Yan Zonglie who was happily holding the glass bottle in his hand. He smiled bitterly and said, "Our Zonglie is very powerful."

"That's it!" Yan Zonglie saw the old man in gray next to him. He said respectfully, "Zong Lie meets Mr. Zhao."

But Mr. Zhao ignored Yan Zonglie, but stared at the glass bottle in Shi Wu's hand in the air ahead.

Yan Zonglie saw the strangeness of the people around him, and he thought that his strange fruit spiritual liquid would come to Yan Zongqing after he had finished refining. Before he could see how Shi Wu refining it. When he looked back, Shi Wu had already taken back the spirit gathering basin and landed behind him with a glass bottle.

Yan Zonglie didn't even look at the glass bottle in Shi Wu's hand. His impression of Shi Wu was still stuck in Shi Wu's disrespect for this competition. He said angrily and annoyedly: "You have such a good spiritual fruit but don't treat the competition well! This time I will give you a lesson."

Shi Wu looked at Yan Zonglie in surprise, and then he thought that Yan Zonglie must have seen him change several positions, and thought he was in a passive competition. He looked at Yan Zonglie, who was sweating but energetic, and said, "Fellow Daoist Yan's devotion and concentration towards spiritual food make Shi admire him very much. I will learn more from Fellow Daoist Yan in the future."

Yan Zonglie was about to reply, but Yan Zongqing bowed first and said, "This fellow Taoist, my brother offended fellow Taoist with recklessness. Please don't be surprised by fellow Taoist. Today, fellow Taoist can give me Yan Zongqing a slight face and spare my brother?"

"The Lord Yan is so serious. Although Ling Ling is a little anxious, he is straightforward and sincere. He is much better than some people who fan the flames. And I told him before that if I win, he just needs to give me this late-stage glazed bottle of the Golden Pill." Shi Wu replied.

Li You's face turned red when he heard this, but so many people were present, he, as a Nascent Soul monk, couldn't help but apologize to Shi Wu.

When Yan Zongqing heard that Shi Wu did not want to argue with Yan Zonglie, he immediately said happily: "Fellow Taoist is broad-minded, Yan admires it!"

This scene made Yan Zonglie confused and said, "Brother, what are you doing? I have exceeded the number I have refined before, reaching ninety-six purple yang fruits! The purple yang spiritual liquid in my glass bottle is at least two and a half pounds! Why do you make it look like I lost! Whose family is this kid? Let you protect him so much!"

Seeing that his younger brother was starting to be in trouble again, Yan Zongqing quickly apologized to Shi Wu and said, "I'm sorry for fellow Taoist, I'll take him back and discipline him well."

Mr. Zhao, who was beside Yan Zongqing, suddenly spoke: "This competition has not been evaluated yet, how can it be considered that Zong Lie lost? It is better for everyone to find three judges each to come out and only after trying it will know which one is better."

When Yan Zonglie heard Mr. Zhao's helping, he immediately pulled Yan Zongqing's hand away and said, "What Mr. Zhao said!"

On one side is Shi Wu, the mysterious spiritual steward, and on the other side is the respected Mr. Zhao. Yan Zongqing didn't know what to do for a moment.

Shi Wu naturally saw the intention of the old man in gray, but he didn't have much affection for the old man. He didn't want to give the old man the first bottle of blue jade spirit liquid he had refined. Shi Wu raised the glass bottle in his hand and said to Yan Zonglie: "Fellow Daoist Yan, the blue jade spirit liquid here is no less than 100 kilograms, and the weight of the refining is far greater than you. If you want to compare with whom the Qiguo spirit liquid is better, then we each take a bite of the other's Qiguo spirit liquid, and to be fair."

"How is that possible!" Yan Zonglie looked at the glass bottle in Shi Wu's hand in disbelief. After he lifted it, his confidence seemed to be shattered by a heavy punch.
Chapter completed!